Our private suite was bathed in violets from the past, our pale lavender immersion dripped in faded honey.
Crisp whites and funerial blacks mixed with golden boudoir textures.
Each part of our boudoir had its own reason for being, each with a secret or unassuming transition to the other.
Guests washed their troubles away with bubbles in the bathroom with free-flowing elixirs and bubbles.
Our boudoir was our most playful room. Lounging and pillow-fights were the order of the day, our “Do Not Disturb” notes were happily ignored.
“Privacy Please” led our guests to the ultimate dressing room fantasy.
Guests sat all day in giant wardrobe booths, surrounded by ghostly tulle garments and soft to the touch velvet drapes.
Kelly Thompson’s hand illustrated floral Victorian fantasies adorned our dressing room and were decorated with dried garlands by Cecilia Fox.
